Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more.
Charles Bukowski, Selected Letters Vol. 4
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"I need to learn how to stop destroying myself, stop being hard on myself and be nice to myself. I need to keep telling myself that I need to keep wanting something, something nice, something warm, more than just a fur coat because I can make other people happy. I can understand other people’s pain because I can love even after all that is left of me is gone because I have that strength."
Daul Kim
Daul Kim
18.11.13
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I'm going to tell you what a demon once told me: It is okay to want your own happiness. It's okay to care about yourself the most. It's okay to do what's healthy for YOU. When someone hits you, it's okay to hit back and then ask them what the hell they expected. It's okay. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you're more than window dressing, you're not their shiny toy. You're human, and you have the right to say "That was shitty of you". You have a right to say "Let me feed that back to you; tell me, how does it taste?" You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn't realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours.
SonneillonV
SonneillonV
9.11.13
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6.11.13
Lloviendo en París
Midnight comes in, Paris and as. I light my cigarette, the rain it hits my face. So I start walking toward the Ferris wheel, from my hotel on Champs-Élysées. For now I am alone, I might always be alone.
My heart is in the city of love, but it's raining in Paris. What good is a heart of gold with nobody to share it with. It's coming down, it's coming down, my head can hardly bare it. My heart is in the city of love, but it's raining in Paris.
So let it rain on me. See my heart's on fire, but I always got cold feet. Love never really did anything for me, try telling that to this goddamn city. And if the storm should stop, I'd ask you to dance on some cliche mountain top, we'd share straws at your favorite coffee shop, but life it ain't no romance novel.
I met a man who sold umbrellas and just five dollars saved me from all that rain.
For now I am alone. I think I like being alone.
A nadie le gusta estar solo John.
My heart is in the city of love, but it's raining in Paris. What good is a heart of gold with nobody to share it with. It's coming down, it's coming down, my head can hardly bare it. My heart is in the city of love, but it's raining in Paris.
So let it rain on me. See my heart's on fire, but I always got cold feet. Love never really did anything for me, try telling that to this goddamn city. And if the storm should stop, I'd ask you to dance on some cliche mountain top, we'd share straws at your favorite coffee shop, but life it ain't no romance novel.
I met a man who sold umbrellas and just five dollars saved me from all that rain.
For now I am alone. I think I like being alone.
A nadie le gusta estar solo John.
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